Sweet Nothings

I remember those sweet nothings.

When I first met you, and just couldn't take my eyes off you. I would just pretend not to notice you but before I could catch myself, I would just sneak a look your way. I remember the way you smiled and moved. I remember I would just hide myself away in one corner trying too hard not to stare. I just went home feeling nice, playing the times when we did talk, over and over again in my head. I remembered going to sleep smiling.

I remember when we first went out. I was trying so hard to 'be myself'. How could I really be myself around you? I was incoherent. It was so hard to be a nice gentleman and at the same time trying not to do too much just in case I scared you away. Ended up looking like a fool of course. I remember going home, smacking myself in the head, telling myself that I have blundered big time. Just then, your call came. You assured me that I was doing fine. You never knew how comforting it was for me. You left another smile on my face that day.

I remember going out with you that day. I remember that my trailing hand tried to just 'accidentally' hit your trailing hand, to create an 'accidental opportunity' to hold your hand. I remember how my pinky tried to just hook on to your fingers. I remember, being so conscious, wondering, if you pulled away, what would I do? Just then, your pinky hooked on to mine. One by one, our fingers latched on. I had your hand in mine. I looked at you and you at me. Like school children, we giggled and smiled.

I remember waking up with you in my mind. I just knew, I had to leave you a message that day to tell you that I love you. That was the first thing I did that morning. I hoped that was the first thing you saw that morning too.

I remember when I looked into your eyes and you into mine. There was no need to speak as we let our eyes do the talking. For that moment, the world disappeared and only you were left in my mind. We had our first kiss. I remember those thin lips, as they responded to my lips in silent conversation.

I remember being caught in the rain with you. I remember as I dried your hair as you dried mine, playing with the towel as we tried to rid ourself of the wetness. I remember making the cups of coffee as we tried to warm ourselves. You hated the way my coffee tasted. I remembered playfully forcing you to taste the bitterness of the coffee left on my lips. I remembered as you told me, that even the most bitter coffee tasted sweet from my lips.

I remember kissing you while learning to count to ten in Japanese. You smiled as you told me, to learn to count to hundred so I have an excuse to kiss you a hundred times.

I remember when we did the dishes together. I hugged you from behind. You have now a pair of extra arms to help you do the washing. My hands held the dish as you soaped it. My hands flipped the dish as you rinsed it. It took forever to finally get it all cleaned up. We got wet and dirty, but we had fun.

I remember walking on the beach together. We wrote love letters in the sand. We found a bottle lying on the ground somewhere. I remember scooping the love letters in the sand and filling up the bottle. The sand was special. We buried the bottle of sand on the soft earth nearby with a note, that these were the very sands we shared and wrote love letters on. Bless he/she who would find the bottle again one day.

I remember running my fingers through your hair. It was always smooth. I remember telling you, troubles are like hair. It gets entagled, but all it takes are some loving fingers to set it right again.

I remember putting you to sleep in my embrace. I remember just watching you, as the lines of your daily toil on your face eases as you drift away to sleep. I remember how beautiful you looked when you were asleep.

I will always remember, how we just lied there, and spoke of sweet nothings. Sweet nothings, as I speak of them now.